The yelling starts some time around four. Hector has plenty of food, and a clean litter tray; if this was a one-off it might be attributed to a bad dream, and he just wants a bit of reassurance, but the fact it’s now happened several days in succession means it can only be that it’s getting light and he wants to go out – prime hunting time in this sort of weather – perhaps with a touch of revenge for fact he was kept in during the hottest part of yesterday. Olga joins in the fun by throwing up some dried biscuits which she persists in eating whole rather than chewing them to help clean her teeth. Buddy gets up to get some food; distant complaints indicate that he’s eaten all of his, but he soon starts on the other cats’ bowl and then comes back to bed. Drift off to sleep again just in time for the six o’clock alarm. Get up to get tea, and open back door to let in some marginally cooler air; half an hour in bed staring blankly at sudoku puzzles, then get up to have breakfast and see A.…
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